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Turtle & Canary, Wed., 7/23

Oranges everwhere. Not just in her room, but everywhere. Amber kind of giggled when she saw Apu slicing up some and squeezing them to make orange juice.

"Hey, Apu," she said. "Why did the orange stop rollin' down the hill?"

He cocked his head, orange poised in the air. Yeah, he didn't know.

"It ran out of juice," she giggled.

"Hey, Amber," Apu said. "Why did the blonde stare at a can of frozen orange juice for two hours?"

"Uhh..."

"Because it said concentrate."

Okay, Amber had to laugh at that one. But she didn't let it slide, she picked up an orange and threw it at him.

Thus ensued a sticky, juicy, orange mess.

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Today's Squishy flavors: Orange Sherbert, Grape Judas, Peanut Butter

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Who wore pulp well.

Turtle breezed into the store quickly sometime that mid-day, brushing quickly by with a string of, "Hi Amber, hi Apu, hi Bob, hi Liz" on her way toward getting exactly what she wanted, an orange juicer. She put the money on the counter and headed back out with a, "Keep the change. Bye Liz, bye Bob, bye Apu, bye Amber!" and was gone again.

Edited 2008-07-23 13:53 (UTC)

Who was wearing an orange flavored scent.

Later that afternoon, after a visit to Wellspring, Cal came into the store with a familiar looking bound stack of papers (http://not-a-mused.livejournal.com/4126.html) under his arm.

"It smells very fruity in here," he observed, by way of greeting.

"Hi, Cal!" Amber bounced, grinning. "Yah, I know it. Mmmm. Whatcha got there? Somethin' for me perhaps?"

"Maaaaybe," Cal drawled, with a slight shrug. "Or maybe I just ran out of toilet paper. Wanna bet on it?"

"No. But... tp is on sale today," she answered with an arched brow.

"No," Cal snorted, rolling his eyes a little. "What happened to your gambling spirit? But, yeah, it's the next part of the story. If you want it."

Amber smirked and leaned forward on the counter. "Have you not noticed that the cupcake delivery service is behind?" She held out her hands. "Gimme."

"Yeah, I guess it's pretty smart to not put yourself into even more debt," Cal said as he handed over the slightly smaller than usual stack. "I'm going to warn you," he said, a bit of his smile fading away. "It's kind of a rough one. And it might get confusing at the end. It's intentionally vague."

Frowning slightly at the smaller stack, she looked at him, wonderin' about it now. "I'm leavin' early. I can't wait to read it. Apu? Did you hear me? I'm leavin' early."

"I don't want you skipping work or anything for it," Cal said, with a little frown back, although it was slightly playful. "It's not going anywhere."

Amber pointed her finger at him. "Turtle will totally understand. I've got... studyin' to do. Don't tell me what to do Cal. It won't work. Want to walk me back to the dorms?"

"You're kinda feisty today," Cal noted, eying Amber a little with a look of mock offense. "What do you need me walking you back to the dorms for? You been drinking on the job?"

"So we can chit-chat, but nevermind, geeze. I'll just take my next little chapter and be on my way," she said smartly and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Apu! Bye!" Amber came from around the counter, smirked at Cal, and headed for the door.

Cal blinked a little at that, somehow failing to keep up with it all, quickly grabbed a Faygo from a cooler, tossed some change onto the counter, gave the Indian guy a wave, and then bounded after Amber. With his long legs and the fact that she was probably expecting him, it probably wasn't too difficult to catch up.

"Hey, wait a sec. I was just joking, you know."

Yeah, she kind of was.

"Yah, I know it," she said with a knowing grin, pushing the door open. "But if you've got somethin' else to do, then hey, don't let me stop you."

"I don't," he assured her. "I was heading back after I dropped off the next part, anyway. I mean, are you sure that's okay? Just leaving work like that? You were out of there like a hurricane."

Amber twisted her lips and had a moments doubt.

"Um. Sure. It'll be fine. Turtle'll probably never know. Besides Apu's in there and yah, gosh, it'll be fine."

"Well, if you're sure," Cal said, choosing those specific words because he could sense the doubt on her face. He twisted open the cap of his pop (he'd grabbed one of the red ones) and held it over, offering Amber the first sip if she wanted it.

No. She wasn't sure. But she wasn't going to say that and go back now. She's left and that's that. Her employer will understand. Hopefully.

She accpeted with a smile. "Thanks, Cal." She took a good swallow too before handing it back. "You trust that I didn't backwash?"

*GROANS*

Orange you glad that that's all she made, though?

AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!

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